Winter Demons

Thinking again of inconvenient affections of eras past, of spring time, of big cities. Thinking of anywhere but here. Thinking of streets where all of the snow has been cleared away, of streets that smell like melting, burning, maybe even that sickly sweet smell of the underground. You know you'd better watch out when you'd rather smell subways than wear scarves and caps and sweaters one more day.

So.

I'm taking a vacation. A week from tomorrow I'm getting on a plane, with no money and high hopes. I'll have a whole week of paid vacation during which I will do absolutely anything I want in that dirty pretty city I used to call home. And this is better - every town is better when you're a visitor.

I will sleep on the couch of my old apartment.

I will visit my old haunts.

I will play a ghost in this particular scene.

I will try to regain my wits, since I seem to have lost them several months ago. Maybe I'll have an epiphany. At least I'll have some time to walk around. To do the things that I never had the energy for back then.

Do you think it's brainless to assume that making changes to your window's view will give a new perspective?

We'll see.

Time Flies

Holy crap.

I'm 24.

When did that happen?

Anyway, it's been good so far, all day of it. Gonna be a good year. I can feel it my blood.

Thanks to all the beauties that traveled from the far reaches of the Cities to attend my birthday party. I hope everyone had as good a time as I did, but even if you didn't, thank you thank you thank you.